Little Moments by Brad Paisley
Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
That pretty mouth say that dirty word
And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into
But she covered her mouth and her face got red
And she just looked so darn cute.
That I couldn't even act like I was mad
He stared at her. A gasp, and her hands flew to her mouth, embarrassment easily seen in her eyes and the way her face looked like a cherry tomato. He continued to stare at her, completely dumbfounded. He didn't know that the sweet mouth he kissed, could ever possibly say that particular word.
And, when she glanced over at him in the passenger seat, he couldn't even remember the reason she said it. His truck would need to go to shop tomorrow, but for now, he didn't care. With her wide, apologetic eyes and bright red face, he couldn't think of much else besides her.
He laughed.
Yeah I live for little moments like that
Well that's just like this last year on my birthday
She lost all track of time and burnt the cake
And every smoke detector in the house was goin' off
And she was just about to cry until I took her in my arms
And I tried not to let her see me laugh.
The number, 239, glinted sliver in the light. The slightly banged up door and no longer shining knob welcomed him as puzzled his way through getting his hand on the door handle to open it. Moving some bags, he pushed his hand into open air and snatched the knob, twisting it slightly to the left.
He walked in, dropping his stuff at the door, ready for a relaxing night with his wife. But as soon as he had closed the door, the smoke detectors began beeping. The loud, obnoxious sound made him jump and cover his ears. He was just about to shout out and ask the only other person here why they were going off when they appeared.
She ran, past him, down the hall and into the kitchen. She yelped, and he immediately followed her footsteps and what he saw made him stop short.
Chloe's hands were covered in oven mitts as she pulled something out of the oven and put it on the stove. As she pulled off the huge mittens, she stared at it. Taking a finger, she poked the thing in the hot pan and sighed. Confused, he stepped in behind her and looked over her shoulder at the thing that had tipped the smoke detectors off.
A burned cake.
She had remembered. And, as he looked over at her, he saw her blue eyes filling with tears as she saw her failed attempt at surprising him. She looked up at him then, and her face fell as she saw that he knew how badly she had screwed up.
And right then, he couldn't care less about the horrid beeping sound. He knew he shouldn't be, and so he kept it as hidden as he could as he pulled her into a hug.
But a chuckle escaped him.
Yeah I live for little moments like that
I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me
And I thank god that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be
It's the little imperfections; it's the sudden change in plans
When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holdin' hands
Again and again. Last time, they had been stuck in the middle of no where when she had had the map flipped upside and refused to listen to him when he tried to tell her so. But, when she had figured it out herself, she had been beet red. And as he had chuckled at her impish look, he had taken her fingers and given them a reassuring squeeze.
Yeah I live for little moments like that
When she's layin' on my shoulder on the sofa in the dark
And about the time she falls asleep so does my right arm
And I want so bad to move it 'cause it's tinglin' and it's numb
But she looks so much like an angel that I don't wanna wake her up
Now, they had finished up a movie, one of her favorites. But, she had begun to dose off in the middle of it. And now, as they rolled through the credits, she fell completely asleep.
As did his arm. The one on which she had her head using as a pillow.
She shifted, her head rolling into the crook of his neck and tingles shot up his arm, but not because of her. He groaned at the feeling of being a pin cushion and he wanted to shake his arm, help the blood run through it. But, just then, she sighed and snuggled closer to his side.
He looked down at her. Her face was covered by her blonde hair, and her hands are wrapped around his torso, keeping her right next to him. And as he moved his other arm, the one not being used as a pillow, and brushed the hair from her face, he knew he wouldn't move his arm, no matter how uncomfortable it got. With her blue eyes closed and a tiny smile curving her lips, the angelic beauty that was her could never be more pronounced.
He kissed her forehead and closed his own eyes.
Yeah I live for little moments
"Derek, are you alright?" she placed a gentle hand on his arm, worry clouding her blue eyes.
"I'm perfect." She smiled, before face turned into a confused frown.
"What do you mean?" he leaned down, and picked her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as a surprised yelp escaped her. "Derek!"
He covered her mouth with his. She giggled and pulled away. He pouted and she flashed a smile. His heart lept. "Fine, but you will tell me later?"
"Always."
When she steals my heart again and doesn't even know it
Yeah I live for little moments like that
"I love you, Chloe Saunders." a smile.
"I love you, too, Derek." he nuzzled her neck.
"Always?"
"Always."